Capitolo 52
lost a sister-in-law of what she was never worried.
"Well, but if you never worried him about her", Bertram responded, while looking
"it doesn't care him very firm in his/her shiny eyes."
"Oh, I will have to go in everything the same crying", Frida
continued rather pettishly, "and it wastes all of my beautiful new summer
suits. Bother be such!"
"Because does him/it, then?" Bertram suggested, while looking at his/her affronts very
attentively.
"Well, I suppose because of what you would call a fetich", Frida
answered laughing. "I know that it is ridiculous. But for each is waited
it, and I am not definite enough to go against the tide of
what each is waited for me."
"You will be among brief", Bertram responded, with trust.
"They is strange things these death-taboos. People sometimes cover
their heads with dirt or ashes; and sometimes them their bedizen
with crape and white vanes. In of the countries, the survivors
it is tied up to pour so a lot of torn wounds, to measure in memory of the
party; and if theirs naturally are not able trarrli on enough
quantity, they had to be stricken with rods, or it stung with
thorns, or it stung with nettles, cultivate them you/they have filled to the last drop
the bottle of regulation. In Swaziland, also when the king dies, this way
the queen told me, every family of his/her subjects has to lose one of
his/her children or daughters, in order that them entirely really they are able you are distressed to
their sovereign's loss. I think there is more horrible and
cruel equipments in the way of death-taboo and the death-customs that
anything other I have met in my researches. Indeed, the most greater part of ours
nomologistses in house believe that all the taboos rose out originally of
ancestral ghost-adoration, and it jumped from the cowardly fear of corpse
king or dead relatives. They thinks fetiches and of the and other
supernatural and imaginary beings were all in the last resort developed
out of ghosts, hostile or friendly; and from what I see to the foreign countries me,
prone to agree with them. But this superstition of mourning, now--